Chapter 81: Who

Lu Xiwán fabricated a well‑meaning lie; she didn't want Yao Yao to bear any more mental burden.

Just as she finished speaking, the ward door was kicked open, and a blast of cold air surged in.

The warm atmosphere in the ward was blown away in an instant.

Zhong Yun, with a cold expression, walked in, went straight to Lu Xiwán, and without a word began to examine her body from head to toe.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing? I'm fine, just too tired."

Lu Xiwán wriggled out of Zhong Yun's grasp and, helplessly, pressed him onto a chair.

"The child is still watching."

Only then did Zhong Yun notice the others in the ward, and he gave them a detached glance.

"Uncle Zhong Yun, you scared me," Lu Xixi said, patting her chest cautiously.

She wondered who had actually arrived.

Zhong Yun said nothing, sitting on the chair with indifference.

Lu Xiwán let out two awkward laughs and introduced each person to Zhong Yun: "This is Fu Sijue, Mr. Fu; you know him, and this is Fu Yao. I'm here this time because of him."

A faint expression finally appeared on Zhong Yun's handsome face, but it was genuine contempt.

"It's been such a long time since we last met; I thought you missed me—just because of this child?"

Zhong Yun's features were deep, his eyes slightly drooping with a subtle upward tilt at the corners, his nose high and straight; unlike the gentleness of Luozhou, his looks were strikingly beautiful, instantly giving Fu Sijue a strong sense of pressure.

Fu Sijue shifted his gaze toward Lu Xiwán, relieved that he did not see any hint of affection in her eyes.

"Yao Yao's older brother is great! Uncle Zhong Yun, you'll like him too," Xi Xi hurriedly grabbed Yao Yao's hand and earnestly spoke well of him.

Yao Yao pursed his lips, then awkwardly continued along Xi Xi's words, "Hello, Uncle Zhong Yun."

Zhong Yun relaxed his brows and glanced at the obedient Yao Yao.

"What's wrong with this child?"

"Post‑traumatic stress disorder has caused bodily damage; we'll need Senior Brother's help with this."

The few of them chatted merrily, and even Yao Yao gradually joined their conversation.

Fu Sijue listened nearby, feeling uneasy.

"Let's go home first and talk later; anyway, I'm fine now," Lu Xiwán said, standing up and beginning to pack her things.

Fu Sijue stood up in response and soon sensed Zhong Yun's displeased stare.

"Is he also coming with us?"

That meant they weren't planning to bring Fu Sijue.

Embarrassed, Lu Xiwán touched her nose and said, "I've been staying at Mr. Fu's place these past weeks; Senior Brother, I've already arranged your lodging, so I'll take you there now."

Zhong Yun stopped Lu Xiwán as she was about to leave, "Don't rush; I can save people, but I also have something I need you to help with."

Lu Xiwán stared in disbelief, eyes wide, "Senior Brother, just say whatever you have to say."

Fu Sijue watched from the side, his heart a mixture of emotions.

This feeling of being unable to interject was truly uncomfortable.

"An An just finished surgery this year; her condition is very unstable now, already showing early signs of depression, and I need you to take a look."

Lu Xiwán nodded in agreement, "An An will return to the country after a while?"

Zhong Yun paused, then said, "She'll be back soon; be prepared."

Lu Xiwán smiled nonchalantly; before she left, An An's condition had been fine, so such a drastic change seemed impossible.

"I'll also stay in the country, working at Haicheng City Hospital; whenever you have time, bring Yao Yao over."

Zhong Yun's gaze shifted subtly away from Fu Sijue, and when it landed on Fu Sijue's eyes it became a bare‑faced provocation.

"Then I still have to thank Senior Brother for his help."

Zhong Yun glared at Lu Xiwán irritably, "Just take good care of yourself, save me some worry, and stop spouting useless things every day."

Embarrassed, Lu Xiwán smiled and only returned after seeing Zhong Yun to the door.

As soon as she came back, she felt the low pressure in the ward.

Fu Sijue sat on the chair with a sullen face, while Xi Xi and Fu Yao chuckled nearby.

"What's going on?"

"Who's poking this lord's reverse scale again?"

Lu Xiwán was a little bewildered.